Chapter 7
I backed off. "Yes, Donna, I've always tried to do what's right."
"Daddy's terrific," Cherry exclaimed as she carelessly dropped her arm around my neck. She leaned a hip into my groin and gave a little wiggle that Donna couldn't see.
"I got no complaints," John added.
I smiled and shrugged at Donna. "You see? My loyal fans, and I haven't bribed them yet today."
Donna frowned. "Then how come you keep touching my hip, and how come you were looking up the back of my dress, and how come you were jiggling against the end of my breast?"
I flushed like a two-bit toilet and the red crept out of my collar and spread to my hairline. "Donna ... I ... I really don't know what you're talking about I was only trying to help. If I came too close ..."
"I'm not complaining."
"Go, Donna!" Cherry exclaimed. "You see, Dad? I told you she swung."
Donna suddenly was shy and she was also turning pink, and doing a lot prettier job of it than I was. "Cherry, honestly, you say such terrible things I didn't mean what you think I mean. I trust your dad, that's all." She pronounced "say" "thay."
"Hold your tongue, child," I snapped to Cherry. "You're embarrassing our guest."
I gingerly put my arm around Donna's waist and gave her a fatherly hug. When she didn't seem in the least bit frightened I put the other arm around her and she got up off the bed to stand straight. She turned toward me so that we were toe to toe. She smiled, shy ... but not afraid.
I pecked her forehead with my lips. "Our little nurse. How can I thank you, Donna?"
"Maybe with a hot fudge sundae later."
"Sure, later."
"But now you want to do something else, don't you, Mr. White? It's all right because you're Donna's dad. I like you and I really don't mind."
A wave of shame washed over me and I let go of her at once. "I'm very sorry, Donna. Come along, we'll get you that sundae now. I'm not going to take advantage ..."
"So take advantage already," Cherry chided, her eyes shooting urgent messages.
"I'm willing to have that sundae later, Mr. White, like I said." Donna wasn't lisping now. Her words crackled out like she was Mrs. Lowell Thomas. Suddenly she lurched and I wondered what the hell, until I looked.
John boy's hand had crept out from under the covers and it had a grip on the back of her thigh. Then it slipped up until it was poking around on her ass. Donna looked startled but not ready to flee. Christ, if that little fart of mine was moving in, I wasn't going to stand around playing the gentleman.
"You're a wonderful young person, Donna," I was saying as I slowly unbuttoned her crisp white blouse. "I've always said the future of America lies in the hands of such capable people as yourself. When I'm old and gray you'll be running things, making the decisions." I felt like Johnny Mann but Donna looked like one of the Johnny Mann Singers-terrific.
"Oh, you're not going to be old for a long time, Mr. White." Go, girl. 'In fact I keep telling Cherry that her father is as handsome as most of the boys at high school. That's really true, more interesting than most."
I had her blouse unbuttoned and I eased it out all around her skirt. Then I opened it and the pink bra was peeking out at me, its twin stuffers stuffed with Donna. She was full and certainly breathing harder than she was after helping John upstairs.
"You say all the right things, my dear ..." I was rambling as I slipped the blouse over her shoulders. I could see John at work from the rear, his hand still snaking around on her bottom and upper thighs. She kept her legs close together and I wondered whether to move her out of range. Let the kid take care of himself later.
But I left her where she was and she stood, smiling sweetly, hands at her sides as I removed the blouse and Cherry took it from me. Then I was reaching around her and unsnapping the bra. John's fingers were already working on the catch, but I slapped them away.
The bra came loose and her surge was strong. What a crime for stacked young girls to hide their knockers inside confining bras. I had long been an advocate of the braless movement and I even thought Peggy looked a hell of a lot more interesting when she bounced. She still had lots of youthful snap.
Donna was looking down at her knockers and then she was peering into my face. "Are they all right?"
Were they all right? Were two white hills and the crisp strawberry caps on the tips of each all right? She was a knockout. Heavier than Cherry without being fat. I heard a little clucking sound behind me and I turned to see Cherry. She was sucking on her teeth.
"I know," she murmured, "Donna's got me beat twenty-seven ways. I look like a board next to her curves."
"Nonsense,' I snapped. "Donna, Cherry has a lovely figure, hasn't she?"
"I only wish mine was as groovy," Donna said with vigorous nods. Her breasts shook.
"Your ... um, breasts are truly remarkable, Donna. Different from Cherry's but on the whole every bit as attractive." I sounded so damned antiseptic, but I was the senior person present and I couldn't exactly pull down my pants on the spot and show Donna how exciting her knockers really were.
Donna purred as I placed a hand on her right breast and squeezed. My fingers marched around on the milky surface for a while and then I had the strawberry between thumb and forefinger, pinching it lightly.
Somewhere the signal bells were jangling in her middle, calling her senses to general quarters. Yes, Donna was coming alive, on her way toward indulging in the fun. She would no longer be the cool and innocent child not taking part
I kept scissoring the pink bud until it was shooting into my hand, hot and moist Donna's lips were parted and she was breathing at the next plateau. Her knockers were swelling even more, filling up with her vibrating juices which were eager to be massaged.
I switched to her other breast, pumping it and then moving toward its tip. It couldn't wait to catch up with its mate and pretty soon Donna was breathing with her mouth open.
"We're all going to be good friends," I muttered inanely.
"Very good friends," Cherry agreed.
"I certainly don't want any enemies," Donna said. "Please, Mr. White, don't think this is all funny. I know you're older than me and all, and that Cherry and John are watching, but, well..." She gulped and her face turned pink. "I'm all of a sudden really hot" She pronounced it "thudden."
I smiled. "You mean you need my help."
"Yes. Real bad."
I took her in my arms and slid my hands down her back until I was cupping her bottom. And there John's hand, trying to get into the same place. I moved Donna a few feet from the bed and I thought John was going to come with us, bare-assed and all.
Then I was holding her against me, my hands groping across her bottom. She was beginning to moan and her face was crimson. "Oh . .. oh," she breathed.
"You've really got to want this," I warned. "I don't want young girls running home to tell stories to their parents. You could make a lot of trouble."
She shook her dark head. "If I tell them it will only be to invite them over to join in. Lordy, gee, this really swell." She pronounced it "thwell."
I chucked into her ear, my nose shoving into he dark straight hair. She smelled all Prell and squeaky clean. Ah, California girls were so tidy. They showered every day, rain or shine, and the sun and salt water washed and burned away any other impurities.
But I had to get going. Peggy wouldn't be at her mother's house forever and it was beginning to get late. So I kissed Donna and, holding my mouth on hers, I worked up the back of her skirt until I had it to her waist. Then I was sliding the zipper and the thing dropped to her feet. I reached inside her pants, which felt sheer as the devil, and ran my hand over the smooth cheeks. Like a baby's, truly.
Again she shuddered. "Golly ..."
I ran a finger along the crack, over her bung and low down until I was snaking between her legs. She stumbled and got her balance back, but she'd managed to spread her feet several inches so that the target was more exposed.
"You're not gonna get it all," somebody blurted and John was hurling back the covers.
Everybody turned to look as he revealed his half-naked body-the bottom half-and his man's cock standing straight up like a flagpole awaiting the raising of the colors. Donna gasped, but she didn't back off. I felt jealous for a moment, because the boy was obviously more ready than I. In a real fucking match at his age he could put me under the table.
Donna was pulling at me then and I was flattered until I realized she was moving us back to the edge of the bed. There John, sitting with his ankles crossed like an Indian swami, reached for his share. It was a handful of Donna's left buttock and he then moved into the center and plunged a finger up her anus.
She shuddered like she'd been shot in the middle and, in a sense, the child had been. "Oh, that feels funny. I never had anything like that before."
I frowned into her simple face, that darkly beautiful face with the smoking eyes. "You haven't had anything like any of this before."
She raised her eyebrows and smiled. "Oh?"
"The varsity split end likes her," Cherry informed me, as though that explained everything. Perhaps it did. "You know, they're an item in the school paper. Donna says he always plays a good game if she gives him some the night before."
I swallowed. "I see. And you're still willing ..."
Donna sighed and explained to me as though she were talking to a child. "You're fishing, Mr. W. I told you you were groovy and, split end or not, I'm going to stick around. I want to see how it is with a real grown-up man."
All at once Donna wasn't talking baby talk anymore. Had she matured over the last ten seconds? I couldn't imagine her playing with a teddy bear while some moose of a varsity football player piled into her.
John was keeping busy and he had Donna's pants down to her knees as we chatted. I gazed south at her black bush and it was a glossy dark mass that spread up from between her legs like black gold gushing from a mine shaft. Somewhere in there was the entrance to the shaft and I meant to find it first.
"John, can't you back off for a few minutes?" I snapped at the boy. "I'm sure that Donna's willing to spread the wealth if you're really that worked up."
"Sure I am," the sweet little girl giggled.
The boy straightened on the bed, watching with envy as I pulled the raven-haired girl back into the middle of his bedroom and helped her step out of the pants. Then she was kicking away her shoes and there was nothing between Donna and me except air-and my own clothes.
"I'll do it," she murmured.
She was opening my shirt and pulling it out of my pants. Then she was fiddling with the buckle until she figured it out. My pants gaped open and my prick was nursing the front of my shorts like a horse anxious to be let out of the barn. She jerked the shirt off and pulled my pants down. My obliging shorts came with them and everything piled up around my shoes.
It was curiously exciting to see her kneel before me as though I were a king. She worked my shoes off and then, as I rested first one hand and then the other on the glossy head for balance, she tuggled my shorts and pants and socks off. They were tossed into the growing heap.
I was naked. Donna was naked. We were both beautiful.
She came to me, arms held high, and they draped around my neck. I held her close and we rubbed stomachs as she nibbled all around my mouth. Then her breasts were mashing against my chest and I found it difficult to breathe. My cock was looking for breathing room, too, as it stiffly bumped across her lower belly and jammed between her legs.
She leaned back and looked down at it. "Hm, so big, Mr. White. Cherry, why didn't you tell me before?" Cherry shook her head. "How would I know?" "You mean you haven't seen it until now?' Cherry grinned. "Only when I peeked through the bathroom door, but that was months ago."
"Daddy shows me his all the time," Donna went on. "I guess that's why all this seems pretty natural to me."
John, Cherry and I looked at each other. "You mean at your house ..."
"Well, we're a close family. I guess we discovered what you're finding out right now a long time ago. Dad and Mom are real fun, especially when we all snuggle together." Donna smiled shyly.
Cherry sighed and tapped me on the shoulder. "Daddy, you'd better give Donna a lesson fast-or vice versa, Donna-because Mom could be walking in any minute."
Let her walk in, I thought as I knelt to thrust up into Donna's waiting crotch. Nobody and nothing was going to keep my from my appointed rounds.